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Your hand fits in mine |
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Like it's made just for me |
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But bear this in mind |
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It was meant to be |
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And I'm joining up the dots |
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With the freckles on your cheeks |
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And it all makes sense to me |
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I know you've never loved |
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The crinkles by your eyes |
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When you smile |
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You've never loved |
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Your stomach or your thighs |
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The dimples in your back |
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At the bottom of your spine |
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But I'll love them endlessly |
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I won't let these little things |
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Slip out of my mouth |
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But if I do |
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It's you |
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Oh, it's you |
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They add up to |
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I'm in love with you |
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And all these little things |
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You can't go to bed |
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Without a cup of tea |
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And maybe that's the reason |
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That you talk in your sleep |
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And all those conversations |
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Are the secrets that I keep |
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Though, it makes no sense to me |
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I know you've never loved |
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The sound of your voice on tape |
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You never want to know how much you weigh |
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You still have to squeeze into your jeans |
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But you're perfect to me |
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I won't let these little things |
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Slip out of my mouth |
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But if it's true |
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It's you |
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It's you |
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They add up to |
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I'm in love with you |
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And all these little things |
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You'll never love yourself |
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Half as much as I love you |
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You'll never treat yourself right darling |
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But I want you to |
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If I let you know |
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I'm here for you |
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Maybe you'll love yourself like I love you |
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I've just let these little things |
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Slip out of my mouth |
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Because it's you |
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Oh, it's you |
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It's you |
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They add up to... |
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And I'm in love with you... |
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I won't let these little things |
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Slip out of my mouth |
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But if it's true |
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It's you |
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It's you |
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They add up to |
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I'm in love with you |
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And all your little thing |
